The innocent face
Looks at me in faith
I let him down
wont emerge unscathed
the world got to him
before I could
leaving wounds
heal, no salve would.
Before the race,
Began, was snuffed
Out and screened,
Treated with unjust.
Life ,I have heard
Is always unfair
To my little being,
Explain I wouldn’t dare
Break barriers
Rewrite destiny,
He shall, with the
grace of almighty.
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